Page 54 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
“You’re perfect,” he says into my shoulder, and I reach back to grip his thighs—maybe a little too tight—and smirk at his hiss of pain.
“Fuck you.” I grind back, trying to angle his dick to just the right spot for him to start thrusting.
He presses his fingers tighter into my hips and pushes me against the counter. “Fucking you, actually.” Short, punchy thrusts rock into me, stealing choppy, held back moans from my throat. “And you goddamn love it.”
Valen takes his time working me up, his movements quick but shallow, and when I’m whining his name enough that he has to snake his hand back around my mouth, he opts for deep, sensual thrusts that just barely graze my prostate and has me quivering in his hands.
Just when I think I might blow, when the pressure and the pleasure is almost too much, Valen pulls out of me and spins me around, his mouth crashing into mine and his hand working my cock in a way that feels amazing but isn’t how I want to go.
“Don’t growl at me,” he mutters with a chuckle under his breath as he breaks away. “I’m not done with you yet. But you need to be quiet. I mean it.”
“I can’t help it when you make me feel so fucking good.” I chase his mouth again, not ready to lose this daydream his cock has me in. “Valen.”
“That’s the only sound you’re allowed to make.” He holds a finger to his lip as he opens the bathroom door and ushers us out.
I’m still too hazy to complain, but not hazy enough to not feel the prickle of anxiety that anyone could come out right now and we’d scar them for life. Before I can bring it up, Valen shoots me a wolfish smile, and any slight flagging is stopped in its tracks as my dick fills almost painfully.
Looks like Daredevil Valen is taking me for a spin.
He pushes me onto his sleep mat, straddling my waist and pinning my hands to the ground before stealing a wet and dirty kiss.
“My name is the only thing I want to hear from you. Chant it, scream it, shout it, if you have to. Not a single other sound.”
I’m not brave enough to shout his name with a house full of people, but I sure as shit will be cursing it all damn night at this rate.
“What if I don’t listen?”
He cocks his head to the side, readjusts his grip to hold both of my wrists in one hand as he strokes my cheek with the other. “Simple. I stop. I’ve waited ten years to have you, Dex Ashford. My patience is solid.”
Strangely enough, I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to push and see how hard I can get him to give it to me.
I just wanthim.
So, I swallow my retort and nod, accepting the soft kiss he places on my mouth in return.
When he pulls away, I almost swallow my tongue at the hooded, heated stare he fixes on me. He settles himself between my legs, lifting one over his shoulder and not wasting a single second before sinking into me.
I press my lips tightly together to hold back the moan, but when he grinds into my prostate—the little fucker he’s been purposefully avoiding—it comes out as a wrecked gasp of his name. If it’s possible for someone’s face to light up while their expression is dirty as sin, then that’s exactly what happens as he drags out more and more cries from my lips.
I try to bite them off, to keep them quiet, but they’re strangled and desperate, and eventually they turn to sobs.
“Valen. Valen. Valen.”
Each chant of his name has him thrusting harder, hips moving faster and tilting to find the perfect angles to get deeper and deeper inside. I feel him in every muscle of my body, in every gasped breath, in every beat of my heart against my ribs.
“Valen.”
He nods, wiping the sweat from my forehead and holding his mouth over mine less like a kiss and more a display of possessiveness.
“Jerk yourself,” he says, pulling back and picking up his speed until he’s absolutely jack-hammering into my prostate. I slap a hand over my mouth and wrap the other around my dick, beating furiously to catch up with the tightness coiled in my gut.
Even as my own building orgasm takes me over, I can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous Valen looks, covered in sweat and pounding into me like it’s his goddamn birthright. And maybe it is.
Maybe I exist to belong to him like this.
I’m right there on the edge, teetering and inching closer, my body on fire as it aches for release, as Valen leans down and slants his lips on top of mine, hips making distinctive thrusts to match the weight of the words that drip from his mouth to mine.
“Come. On. My. Cock.”
